This is a song about "Chloe ellesha cunt mad"

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

So you can stuff it all you want, you complain-ass cunt,

As my name get bigger this game get different

If i catch her i can fuck her in the cunt

They way i dress is mad.

Wonder if they take it all back

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Fuck off stop bullshittin you silly cunt it dont get it out

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Chloe haterz, see ya

I ain't, mad, at cha

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant